Camila/You Bad Romance

Break

Y/n pov

"What you reading" I walked in the living room to see Camila reading a book.

I just got done playing with Michael in his room, Camila wanted to play with us but I just wanted it to be Michael and I to bond more and I'm glad she understood. We haven't talked about last night and to be honest I'm glad we haven't yet.

"How to kill A Mocking Bird" she said not looking up from her book.

I nodded and went to sit in the chair opposite from her that was a few feet back.

I watched her as she was reading the whole time and picked up some of the traits she like to do. For example when she's reading and it gets conflicted she puts her hand under her chin and that she reads aloud to herself just below a whisper.

She is really into this book.

"Are you done staring at me" she asked and I smiled.

"I'm perfectly fine, is it making you feel weird" I asked and she looked at me quickly with a tight smile then he eyes returned to her book.

"How can you just stare" she said and I shrugged.

"I like looking at you, plus your body is perfect" I told her discreetly looking her up and down.

"Can we stop talking about my body" she said and I could tell she was serious so I didn't push it.

"Did you like breakfast" I asked her and she nodded keeping her eyes on her book.

I looked at her for a second, "hows the book going"

"It's going good if someone would be quiet and let me read" she said with a tone.

"Well sorry what's  your problem" I asked her.

"Nothing" she said.

"It didn't look like you were enjoying breakfast this morning" I told her.

"Y/n I'm fine" she said and I nodded.

"Whatever I don't want to argue with you about what's wrong with you" I got up from my chair. "I'll be downstairs recording"

As I was walking out I noticed Camila wasn't paying me no attention, I don't know what's wrong with her.

I shook my head as I snorted the one of 5 lines of coke on my table. I coughed as I took in the substance and shook my body to get the adrenaline through my body. While I was doing this, I was playing this beat I've been working on and it was finished. All I had to do was catch the beat and start writing my lyrics. I walked to the control sound board to restart the beat and hit record as I took my place in the booth.

Chorus:
It's really no flex, I got it (I got it)
Six figure checks, I got it (I got it)
These hoes act so psychotic
Like they don't know I got it (Whats wrong with you?)
50K cash, I got it (I got it)
Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch)
The game on smash, I got it
My hoes won't last like I did

[Verse 1]
They wanna flex for the clout (Yuh)
Same one that's counting me out (Yuh)
You bitches just running yo' mouth
But that ain't what I'm about (Yah)
I'm running up commas in place
Still stomp a bitch out in my J's
They took me out of the streets
But I'm still stuck in my ways
Why would I care what you thots would say?
You hoes look like somebody smashed your face
Still see my face, I ain't got no cake
They showing fake, let them mask the hate
Still stuck on me like some masking tape
I'm fresh to death like I passed away
Can't stop my hustle, don't have no brakes
I'm already winning, don't have to race